Midnight Mass Sierra Simone Novels & Stories

But tonight, the ice felt a thousand miles away. We shoved into Lucas’s place. The music pounded—bass so heavy it vibrated in my teeth. The atmosphere was trash. Small groups. Stale beer. The team looked like they’d just watched their dogs die. "Vodka. Now." I reached the kitchen and grabbed a bottle. "Texting Simone?" I yelled over a remix of some pop song. "She's meeting us!" Kol shouted back, his thumbs flying over his phone. "I’ll buzz Isabella." I poured three shots. "We need more than just pads and bruised egos in here."

he gritted out. "They've landed in Miami, sir," the man replied. "I could stall them for maybe a half hour—" "Don't bother," Massimo replied. He hung up immediately. Elena wasn't sure what Massimo had heard on the phone, but it was obviously bad news. He was scowling deeper than she had ever seen. "Everything okay?" Elena asked. "The Contis will be here any minute," Massimo said gravely. Elena jolted. Massimo had insisted they arrive a few days early to make sure all the preparations were made to his exacting standards. No wonder he was mad!

Midnight gray, and soft as sin, with a stitched silver wolf emblem on the back. “Jay...” His voice dipped. “It’s not a big deal,” I said quickly, shrugging like I wasn’t nervous. “You got hundreds for me, this is small…” He grabbed my chin and kissed me, cutting me off. One hand curled gently under my chin with gentle dominance, tilting my face up, the other slid behind my neck, his fingers threading through my hair as he pulled me forward. His lips pressed into mine like a silent command. My breath hitched, and my body responded instantly, my heart thundering, as my fingers fisted into the front of his shirt. I melted into him without hesitation, chasing the heat of his mouth.

Matthew was scared to think about Jenna's mood at that time, just as he could not find words to describe his feelings right now. Just as he was immersed in agony, Alex called him. "Mr. Simmons, I found Mrs. Simmons' flight information. Mrs. Simmons went to a small town in Malodia." "Book me the earliest flight immediately!" Matthew instantly came to his senses, hurried home to find his passport, and rushed to the airport.

"You know what? You kind of remind me of an aunt-slapping me around while preaching about 'courtesy'." Sierra scoffed, eyeing me. "You wish I were your aunt." Without saying another word, I walked towards the car; Marco already held a door open for me. "Wait, Dante," Sierra came up next to me. "How do you feel about breakfast?" I shot her a look. "Doesn't Santini feed you glitter fairies?" Sierra bristled. "I was just going to buy you breakfast, but never mind." Then she started to walk away.

I replay, observing every detail just like him. "Good morning. Are you looking for me?" "Good morning, are you looking for me?" a relatively thick male voice interrupts us. We found a tall, forty-year-old man with very light brown hair, a beard, and quite fleshy. "Mr. Martin Miller? “Lucas asks and then looks at me. "Yes, and you are?" he asks with curiosity. "Lucas Sandonini, my girlfriend Sienna Di Marco," he introduces me. "Are you Lucia's brother" he questions, surprised.

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?

I couldn’t understand him. He cleaned himself in the spring, scrubbing his skin, and I watched him silently, even as he walked out. As he made his way to the horse, water cascaded down his skin, dripping onto the floor until it puddled beside his feet. He dressed, then dug through his pack as he spoke to me. “I will get a fire started. We will spend the night here and hopefully arrive at the Southern Kingdom the day after tomorrow.” I nodded, wrapping my arms tight around myself. The spring water still clung to my skin, despite the shirt and the cloak around me. Cerus moved at a slow pace, his breath leaving his lips as a white cloud.

Sierra couldn’t believe what she saw when she realized that Damian was calling her at midnight. However, she knew she couldn’t ignore the call, as her mind began to worry about what might have happened. “Yes, Damian? Is there something I can help you with?” Sierra glanced at Axton, and she swore he was staring at her when she mentioned Damian's name. “Am I disturbing you, Sierra?” Damian asked. Sierra furrowed her brows. “It’s already midnight, but it’s fine if it’s something important. Is there... a problem?”

“Whatever sails your boat.” But his jaw tightened slightly as he turned away. Back in the other wing, Simon couldn’t sit still. He paced the length of the balcony doors. Three steps. Turn. Three steps. Turn. The city lights below flickered like they were mocking him. He pulled his phone out, stared at the screen for a full five seconds, then hit call. Camila answered on the first ring. “What do you want?” No greeting. No softness. “I’m gonna ask you one question,” Simon said. His voice was steady now. Too steady. “And you’re gonna answer me quick and correct.”